Jin Chonglin frowned and looked at Iris with concern. "So you're really sick? Dammit. If something happens to you on my watch, my brother will murder me."
"Smile," Iris reminded him. "Don't look at me like that or people will gossip that all is not well between us in-laws."
He smoothed out his expression but continued to talk in a low voice. "You're making me nervous, Sister Xiulan."
"Don't be. I'm feeling fine. Not 100% fine but enough to get through this awards ceremony. Hopefully."
"That doesn't sound reassuring at all," he muttered.
"Fortunately, we're only award presenters tonight. Don't worry about what I said anymore, Brother Chonglin. I feel fine, really. I just warned you so that you won't freak out if something really happens to me later."
